Chapter 41 I Wouldn't Hesitate To Shoot You The Next Time I See You

• Angel.
• The air was warm with sleep and sex, the kind of thick, lazy warmth that wrapped around you like a second skin after a satisfying round of sex.
• I lay there on my side, staring at the ceiling and breathing in Mask's scent. The only sound in the quiet room was his steady breathing. He had drifted off not long after we both came undone, with his back pressed to my chest and my arm around his waist.